Take Me
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Yeah, he knew the feeling.
Okay, he’d give her relief by making her come and then he’d stop. That was doable. Sure.
“Easy,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve got you.”
He kissed a slow path from her ear to her collarbone. He massaged both br**sts in easy circles, deciding he’d allow himself the pleasure of sampling her ni**les. Sucking them. They were so hard. So in need of proper attention. And pleasuring them would help her reach orgasm. And then, by God, he would put a stop to this madness.
When his lips drew one tight bud into his mouth, she shuddered and clung to the back of his head with both hands.
“Jacob,” she whispered. “Yes.”
At the sound of his name, his c**k jerked, and he felt the dampness of pr**cum against his thigh. He rocked his hips, rubbing himself against the sofa cushions, because no matter how much he wanted to plunge his throbbing c**k into her wet heat, he wasn’t going to take it that far. He needed to make her come quickly so he could go jerk one out in the bathroom. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d masturbated, but he was sure he remembered how to do it.
He shifted one hand to her mound and rubbed its heel against her, massaging her clit gently through her satin panties.
“Jacob!”
She had to stop saying his name like that. He was going to lose all control. His c**k ached, protesting its uncomfortable position trapped inside his jeans. He moved his hand to loosen his fly. He sighed in relief when his c**k sprang free. Much better. With his dick in a less painful and distracting position, he might regain a semblance of control. Still sucking her nipple, he flicked his tongue over the sensitized flesh in his mouth, and she shuddered. Amanda clung to his scalp, her fingertips holding him to her breast, while he moved his hands to slowly lower her panties. She wriggled out of them eagerly, and he lifted his hips so he could free the garment from her legs. He quickly pressed his c**k against the sofa cushions again so he didn’t do something truly stupid and thrust deep inside her.
Lord, he could smell the musk of her excitement, feel the heat of her pu**y against his belly. If he moved just a foot upward, he could plunge into that inviting warmth. And plunge into it again and again and again. Harder and faster. Fuck, he had to stop thinking about the slick, warm pu**y at his disposal. Instead of doing what his body demanded and surging up into her, Shade moved down instead. He gave her nipple a sharp nip with his teeth before sucking a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her belly. If he didn’t taste her sex soon, he just might go insane. Or maybe he’d already lost his frickin’ mind.
Amanda opened her legs wide for him, and he groaned at the sight of her submissive position in the dim light of the television. He spread her wet lips with two fingers and then rubbed his tongue against her swollen clit. She cried out and rocked her hips as her entire body went taut with release.
“Oh God, Jacob. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Okay, he’d made her come. He’d promised himself that he’d stop after she’d finished, but shit, that had been too fast. What, five seconds? That didn’t count as a real orgasm. He’d make her come again—harder this time—and then he’d go take care of himself in the bathroom.
“Take me, Jacob,” she said, rocking her hips as involuntary spasms shook her. “Please. Take me.”
He slipped two fingers inside her, and her slick heat engulfed them, tightening, pulling at them, trying to draw them deeper. His c**k throbbed in envy.
She went limp. Her breath came out in labored gasps. “Do you have a condom? If not, I have some in my purse.”
He didn’t answer her. He wasn’t taking this that far. Kissing. Necking. Sucking her tits. Fingering her. Tasting her cum. Okay. Thrusting his c**k into her until he erupted with much needed release? Not happening.
He used his fingers in the way he wished he could use his dick, thrusting them into her silky tunnel hard and rhythmically. He suckled and licked her clit at the same time, until her muscles went taut again and she began to rock against his face.
“Jacob,” she called to him. “Oh God. I’m close again. Take me now. Please.”
His c**k was primed and ready to pump. He shifted onto his side, drawing her with him as he turned. He continued onto his back, easing her up and over so that she was kneeling over his face. He positioned her so he could suckle her clit and slide his fingers in and out of her without having to use his other hand to hold her because, dammit, he needed his other hand at the moment. He introduced his twitching c**k to his fist, wrapping his hand loosely around himself and stroking with the same rhythm he was using on her sweet, slick pu**y. He allowed himself to fantasize that he wasn’t thrusting into his hand, but into her body. It was okay to think about it, just as long as he didn’t actually do it. Right? Yeah, that was fine. Oh God, he was going to come so hard. Amanda. Amanda.
Her pu**y tightened around his fingers, and she cried out somewhere above his head as another orgasm ripped through her. He stroked himself faster, wanting to join her, but he wasn’t quite there yet. He tore his mouth away from her clit, trying to catch his breath, trying to find release, realizing all at once that his hand was no substitute for her tight pu**y. And then she did something he never expected. She turned to face the opposite end of the sofa and sucked the head of his c**k into her mouth.
Okay. That was okay. He’d given her oral pleasure. She could do the same for him and it wouldn’t be an utter violation of his promise to himself not to have just-sex with her. Oh God, her hot mouth tugged on him just right. He was so excited he couldn’t stop stroking himself with his hand, so she covered his hand with both of hers and pumped him hard until he erupted, his seed shooting into her mouth as he found release at last. He couldn’t see what she was doing with his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head tossed back in blinding ecstasy, but he was pretty sure she was swallowing all of what had to be twelve gallons of cum pumping out of him.
“Oh God, Amanda,” he said, his voice a breathless rasp. “Amanda.”
When the pulsing spasms of pleasure abated at last, he relaxed into the sofa with an outrush of air. Amanda’s lush mouth popped free of his cock, and she turned to cuddle up against his side on the large sofa. She rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on his belly. He didn’t have the energy to put any appropriate distance between them. Ah f**k, he was in trouble.
Chapter 6
Amanda needed to get the condoms out of her purse, because she was not going to be satisfied with a couple of fingers after getting her eyes and hands and lips on the monster in Jacob’s pants.
Okay, he’d give her relief by making her come and then he’d stop. That was doable. Sure.
“Easy,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve got you.”
He kissed a slow path from her ear to her collarbone. He massaged both br**sts in easy circles, deciding he’d allow himself the pleasure of sampling her ni**les. Sucking them. They were so hard. So in need of proper attention. And pleasuring them would help her reach orgasm. And then, by God, he would put a stop to this madness.
When his lips drew one tight bud into his mouth, she shuddered and clung to the back of his head with both hands.
“Jacob,” she whispered. “Yes.”
At the sound of his name, his c**k jerked, and he felt the dampness of pr**cum against his thigh. He rocked his hips, rubbing himself against the sofa cushions, because no matter how much he wanted to plunge his throbbing c**k into her wet heat, he wasn’t going to take it that far. He needed to make her come quickly so he could go jerk one out in the bathroom. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d masturbated, but he was sure he remembered how to do it.
He shifted one hand to her mound and rubbed its heel against her, massaging her clit gently through her satin panties.
“Jacob!”
She had to stop saying his name like that. He was going to lose all control. His c**k ached, protesting its uncomfortable position trapped inside his jeans. He moved his hand to loosen his fly. He sighed in relief when his c**k sprang free. Much better. With his dick in a less painful and distracting position, he might regain a semblance of control. Still sucking her nipple, he flicked his tongue over the sensitized flesh in his mouth, and she shuddered. Amanda clung to his scalp, her fingertips holding him to her breast, while he moved his hands to slowly lower her panties. She wriggled out of them eagerly, and he lifted his hips so he could free the garment from her legs. He quickly pressed his c**k against the sofa cushions again so he didn’t do something truly stupid and thrust deep inside her.
Lord, he could smell the musk of her excitement, feel the heat of her pu**y against his belly. If he moved just a foot upward, he could plunge into that inviting warmth. And plunge into it again and again and again. Harder and faster. Fuck, he had to stop thinking about the slick, warm pu**y at his disposal. Instead of doing what his body demanded and surging up into her, Shade moved down instead. He gave her nipple a sharp nip with his teeth before sucking a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her belly. If he didn’t taste her sex soon, he just might go insane. Or maybe he’d already lost his frickin’ mind.
Amanda opened her legs wide for him, and he groaned at the sight of her submissive position in the dim light of the television. He spread her wet lips with two fingers and then rubbed his tongue against her swollen clit. She cried out and rocked her hips as her entire body went taut with release.
“Oh God, Jacob. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Okay, he’d made her come. He’d promised himself that he’d stop after she’d finished, but shit, that had been too fast. What, five seconds? That didn’t count as a real orgasm. He’d make her come again—harder this time—and then he’d go take care of himself in the bathroom.
“Take me, Jacob,” she said, rocking her hips as involuntary spasms shook her. “Please. Take me.”
He slipped two fingers inside her, and her slick heat engulfed them, tightening, pulling at them, trying to draw them deeper. His c**k throbbed in envy.
She went limp. Her breath came out in labored gasps. “Do you have a condom? If not, I have some in my purse.”
He didn’t answer her. He wasn’t taking this that far. Kissing. Necking. Sucking her tits. Fingering her. Tasting her cum. Okay. Thrusting his c**k into her until he erupted with much needed release? Not happening.
He used his fingers in the way he wished he could use his dick, thrusting them into her silky tunnel hard and rhythmically. He suckled and licked her clit at the same time, until her muscles went taut again and she began to rock against his face.
“Jacob,” she called to him. “Oh God. I’m close again. Take me now. Please.”
His c**k was primed and ready to pump. He shifted onto his side, drawing her with him as he turned. He continued onto his back, easing her up and over so that she was kneeling over his face. He positioned her so he could suckle her clit and slide his fingers in and out of her without having to use his other hand to hold her because, dammit, he needed his other hand at the moment. He introduced his twitching c**k to his fist, wrapping his hand loosely around himself and stroking with the same rhythm he was using on her sweet, slick pu**y. He allowed himself to fantasize that he wasn’t thrusting into his hand, but into her body. It was okay to think about it, just as long as he didn’t actually do it. Right? Yeah, that was fine. Oh God, he was going to come so hard. Amanda. Amanda.
Her pu**y tightened around his fingers, and she cried out somewhere above his head as another orgasm ripped through her. He stroked himself faster, wanting to join her, but he wasn’t quite there yet. He tore his mouth away from her clit, trying to catch his breath, trying to find release, realizing all at once that his hand was no substitute for her tight pu**y. And then she did something he never expected. She turned to face the opposite end of the sofa and sucked the head of his c**k into her mouth.
Okay. That was okay. He’d given her oral pleasure. She could do the same for him and it wouldn’t be an utter violation of his promise to himself not to have just-sex with her. Oh God, her hot mouth tugged on him just right. He was so excited he couldn’t stop stroking himself with his hand, so she covered his hand with both of hers and pumped him hard until he erupted, his seed shooting into her mouth as he found release at last. He couldn’t see what she was doing with his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head tossed back in blinding ecstasy, but he was pretty sure she was swallowing all of what had to be twelve gallons of cum pumping out of him.
“Oh God, Amanda,” he said, his voice a breathless rasp. “Amanda.”
When the pulsing spasms of pleasure abated at last, he relaxed into the sofa with an outrush of air. Amanda’s lush mouth popped free of his cock, and she turned to cuddle up against his side on the large sofa. She rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on his belly. He didn’t have the energy to put any appropriate distance between them. Ah f**k, he was in trouble.
Chapter 6
Amanda needed to get the condoms out of her purse, because she was not going to be satisfied with a couple of fingers after getting her eyes and hands and lips on the monster in Jacob’s pants.
